Tag Archives: Fragrance

RELEASE

14 Sep

 

“And all this assembly shall know that the Lord saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give you into our hands.” 1 Samuel 17:47 KJV

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Rise up my bride, soil not your gown.

Release the sword from your delicate fingers.

Rest in peace as I stand guard.

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Your war is finished, the battle finally won.

Now the chamber waits with sweet fragrances

Of sanctioned prayers,

Washed clean with bottled tears.

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Step up with me,

Safe within my arms,

In the place you never doubted would come.

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Today we stand as one,

Faith upon Faith,

Truth within Truth,

Life into Eternity.

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Written 2-6-2002

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PRAISE

14 Sep

“For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish:”  2 Corinthians 2:15 KJV

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Breath of Heaven,

whispers down,

soothes,

caresses,

covering,

with sweet oils,

of the anointing.

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The face of God,

reflects in the tears

of the worshiper.

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Water and oil,

flowing together,

drips to the ground.

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Called to earth,

by the sweet fragrance,

of sacrificed praise;

sweet,

fresh,

Rose of Sharon.

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His robe whispers,

billows,

whispers,

as His feet gently tread,

on Holy Ground.

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The Angels sing,

Holy,

Holy.

The anointing flows,

covers,

soothes,

caresses.

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Holy, Holy,

as the voice of God,

reaches the lost,

and bursts forth,

once again,

in Praise.

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Written 7-17-97

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LORD OF THE DANCE

15 Dec

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; Ecclesiastes 3:4

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Take My hand as I draw you near,

Rest your cheek tenderly against Mine.

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My arm holds firmly across your back,

You are fully enveloped in My love.

This is our time of intimacy.

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Now step boldly back, secure in My love, safe.

Dance before Me, as a delicate flower.

The sweet fragrance so intoxicating.

This is our time of thankfulness.

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Step back again and dance fervently,

Firmly plant your feet,

Chase away the evil with your hands.

Fight away the temptation that searches out our children.

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This is our time of intercession.

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As you grow faint, weary in the battle,

Step back to me, safely in My arms, enveloped in My arms,

Receiving My strength, receiving My love,

This is our time of renewing.

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Take My hand.

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Written 2-6-2002

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SWEET FRAGRANCE

15 Oct

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“I will accept you with your sweet savour, when I bring you out from the people, and gather you out of the countries wherein ye have been scattered; and I will be sanctified in you before the heathen.” Ezekiel 20:41

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I love flowers. I could study the simple beauty of a flower for hours – breathing in the gentle aroma that lifts from the petals. I am completely convinced that when God created the Heavens and the earth He knew I was coming and created flowers just for me!

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I most enjoy the age-old garden variety flower; the one with bugs and bees. The kind you can smell without having to bend down and stick your nose in. I grow them in pots at home, as well as in my office. Being blessed with an office window and a door to the outside, I now enjoy the fresh color every time I have to deliver a memo. God is so good!

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This last Mother’s Day I was given a carnation by a local restaurant. It was a beautiful peach color. It immediately brought back memories of buying carnations from the “Flower Children” in the 70’s and 80’s as they held their street corner stations. I quickly buried my nose in the cool petals, but was surprised and dismayed at the absence of its sweet perfume. The was no aroma – no sweetness.

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A few days later I was given a rose boutonniere, left over from an awards presentation. The leaves were perfectly formed, the bud slightly opened – the rich red petals were awesome – but no aroma.

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As beautiful as these two flowers were, there was a hollowness, an incompleteness, like a peach without flavor, or a lamp without light. The first flower I thought was an oddity, but the second was more than coincidence.

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All that week, as I passed retail flower shops, I would stop to smell the flowers – NOTHING!! “Lord,” I prayed, “where is the sweetness You created with this gift? Why is it gone?”

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The answer came as simply as asked, “There is no fragrance without the sun.”

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These plants had been grown in greenhouses, under artificial lights, in special climate controlled conditions. No warmth of the sun, or cool of the night. No rain from Heaven, just processed city water. No fragrance.

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We, too, are like greenhouse flowers. We can be beautiful to look upon, and give the “Impression” of sweetness from a distance, but without the Son, kissing us every day with His soul feeding Word, we have no sweet fragrance. Impressions only last a moment, but beauty, blessed with sweetness, will remain a pleasant memory for a lifetime.

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The Bible refers to our praise and sacrifice as a sweet savor, rising up to the nostrils of God. An eternal pleasure in God’s memory.

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Lord, let me always be a sweet savor in Your thoughts. Remind me, daily, that without the Son, and the gift He gave, there will be no fragrance.

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Written 5-23-00

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COMPOUND BLESSINGS

29 Sep

Luke 11:9 And I say unto you, Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.

 

I hold a blessing,

In my hand,

It’s real,

And sound,

And beautiful.

 

I could keep the blessing,

And treasure it’s virtue.

When it’s done,

I will hold the memory,

Like a sweet fragrance.

 

I could release the blessing,

And let it fall into the hands,

Of someone near,

Someone who may recognize,

It’s treasure,

Or may see it,

With abandon.

 

Or I could receive it,

And give it to you,

A perfect gift,

Nothing lacking,

Into the hand,

Of one who needs,

The very fragrance,

It unlocks.

 

If I keep it,

It will fade with age,

Beautifully and gracefully,

Evaporating.

 

If I let it loose,

It may become a blessing,

Or may die a sudden death,

Unappreciated and alone.

 

But if I give it to you,

Into the hand it was meant to go,

Then I too will share the blessing,

By watching you,

Enjoying the perfect purpose,

For what it was send to do.

 

I give it now,

To you.

 

Written 11-19-2001

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In The Gap

13 Nov

 

Angel with Censer

“And he stood between the dead and the living;

and the plague was stayed.”     Numbers 16:48

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I stand in the summer of my life,

weighing and balancing

yesterday and tomorrow.

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I have made a choice,

I have taken my stand

  on the firm foundation of truth.

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Yesterday’s worldly decisions haunt and torment me,

calling out from behind the veil of blood,

that separates me from a deadly past.

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The Spirit of God allows me to remember,

Burdening my heart for the souls left behind.

My eyes don’t want to see them,

my ears don’t want to hear them,

for what they are,

I once was.

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But the Spirit calls me to them,

to pray.

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I fill my censer with sweet incense,

   lighting the fragrance from the fire

 of the altar of sacrifice.

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I step into the land of giants,

  the essence of God in my hand,

the words of God in my mouth.

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My soul trembles, my heart breaks,

as I look into the empty, hollow eyes

of the children.

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 Who will help them to choose?

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There to the right is the goodness of God.

There is mercy and grace,

peace and rest.

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  This is the life I have chosen to share.

There at the left are the quick and simple pleasures,

received at a price,

packaged so elegantly, temptingly, deceivingly.

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Snares so easily fallen into.

My prayers cry out,

praying the lost away from temptation.

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My testimony gives them hope,

  I am proof that there is a way out.

The fragrance of intercession

strengthens the fire in the censor.

The wings of angels gently move the aroma

through the crowd.

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For a moment they turn and look.

For a moment they taste the sweetness of the manna

that is laid before them.

For a moment the lure of sin is stopped.

For some it will only take that one moment

to recognize and follow the truth.

For some it may take two or three glimpses

to birth their testimony.

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Yet, for others, it may take moment after moment after moment

to break the generational curses

 that have trapped them on the path of destruction.

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There, in the fields of the land of the giants,

I lay down my life,

as a living sacrifice,

  daily standing in the gap,

  between the living and the dead.

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There will I stand again tomorrow,

my censer lit,

 my prayers rising up,

as a sweet sacrifice to heaven.

There, in intercession, will I stand,

turning as many eyes as the Spirit can touch,

to the right.

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         Believing that every seed planted will root and grow.

 Believing in the resurrecting power,

from death to life,

       that rests in the anointing.

Believing that the eternal plague can be stayed,

     by the strength of my faith.

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I can not stop my sacred vigil,

for the fear rests in my soul,

that in any moment of disconcert,

I might miss one child

that might have looked.

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